As our distance from the wreck rapidly increased, the madman (for as such only could we regard him) was seen to emerge from the companion - way, up which by dint of strength that appeared gigantic, he dragged, bodily, the oblong box. While we gazed in the extremity of astonishment, he passed, rapidly, several turns of a three-inch rope, first around the box and then around his body. In another instant both body and box were in the sea - disappearing suddenly, at once and forever.

As our distance from the wreck rapidly increased, the madman (for as such only could we regard him) was seen to emerge from the companion - way, up which by dint of strength that appeared gigantic, he dragged, bodily, the oblong box. While we gazed in the extremity of astonishment, he passed, rapidly, several turns of a three-inch rope, first around the box and then around his body. In another instant both body and box were in the sea - disappearing suddenly, at once and forever.

(George moment) Sounds like a song.

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As our distance from the wreck rapidly increased, the madman (for as such only could we regard him) was seen to emerge from the companion - way, up which by dint of strength that appeared gigantic, he dragged, bodily, the oblong box. While we gazed in the extremity of astonishment, he passed, rapidly, several turns of a three-inch rope, first around the box and then around his body. In another instant both body and box were in the sea - disappearing suddenly, at once and forever.

"Did you observe, captain, how suddenly they sank? Was not that an exceedingly singular thing?"

the conqueror worm is a personal faveLo! 'tis a gala nightWithin the lonesome latter years!An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play of hopes and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,Mutter and mumble low,And hither and thither fly-Mere puppets they, who come and goAt bidding of vast formless thingsThat shift the scenery to and fro,Flapping from out their Condor wingsInvisible Woe!

That motley drama- oh, be sureIt shall not be forgot!With its Phantom chased for evermore,By a crowd that seize it not,Through a circle that ever returneth inTo the self-same spot,And much of Madness, and more of Sin,And Horror the soul of the plot.

Out- out are the lights- out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,While the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy, "Man,"And its hero the Conqueror Worm.